Chapter 1107
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Bo Jiu couldn't change this.
That was her way of doing things.
For a long time, she couldn't seem to remember the Almighty.
At that time, she almost went down the wrong path.
She only understood when she lost someone important to her.
In this world, there were too many people who couldn't tell right from wrong. They couldn't stand the fact that a person was serious and allowed the criminal to commit the crime again.
They didn't care who was hurt because they weren't the one being hurt.
They didn't understand the torment of saying it but not saying it out loud. They didn't understand what it felt like to be trampled on after being hurt.
When a person did something wrong, no matter how big the matter was, as long as they showed weakness, they would be comforted.
That shouldn't be the case.
Who was the real weak one?
They were the ones who were persecuted and couldn't explain themselves.
Many people couldn't afford to be tormented but they did it regardless of the cost. They wanted fairness.
Many accomplices trampled on this fairness, making it impossible for it to raise its head.
Even though there was the law, it wasn't the strongest weapon.
Hence, she chose to use this method to expose some things.
At the very least, when a girl was bullied, she would have the courage to say no.
That way, the person who liked to lie on her back wouldn't leave just like that.
At the very least, after a mother defended her daughter's rights, she would receive the compensation she deserved. She wouldn't have to go through so many trials and only receive malice.
The real culprit had gotten away scot-free, and nothing had happened to him.
In the past, Bo Jiu had the thought of changing.
But now, she wouldn't give up this method for anyone, even if it was that person she really, really wanted …
Both of them didn't speak.
The atmosphere at the dining table wasn't good either.
No matter how beautiful the roses were, it didn't ease the tension between them.
Even in the castle, there was silence.
The old butler stood at the side, wearing white gloves. He wiped the transparent wine glass, his eyes half-lidded.
Then he walked over with a bottle of red wine, his voice old but natural. "Young Master Qin is very interested in your childhood. Young Lord, maybe you can have a chat."
Qin Mo frowned, not saying a word.
Bo Jiu glanced up. "Childhood?"
"Yes." The old butler said in English, "Young Master Qin looked at the photo on the bookshelf for a long time. You can tell Young Master Qin about you and Louis."
Bo Jiu coughed lightly before replying, "Nothing much."
"Young Master, are you shy?" The old steward pushed up his glasses and observed the expressionless young master of the Qin family, whose hand paused in picking up the wine glass. He continued, "Then I'll go get the diary you wrote back then. It'll be more convenient than what you're saying now."
Bo Jiu: …
What happened to Grandpa Butler?
He seemed to always mention her childhood.
However, if the Almighty really saw the diary …
Would he remember something?
The old butler was a man of action. After a short while, he brought over an aged book and passed it to Qin Mo. "Young Master Qin, you must be curious about our Young Lord. Her personality and childhood experiences are all in this book. You can take a look."
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